Sunday, 8 April 2012
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Okay so my roommate talks in her sleep. And not just that, she speaks complete sentences that make perfect sense. She also frowns and has intense arguments with someone that involves a lot of shaking-hand-violently gestures.
That is perfectly acceptable.
But last night right in the middle of one of her argument monologues she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me with a deadpan face. Like that Sadako girl in the Japanese Ring. And when I asked her what happened she simply smiled a very knowing smile, rolled over and went back to mumbling in her sleep.
And of course in the morning when I asked her she had no recollection of it.
Weird? No. Creepy? Hell yes.
Now if only the mind hadn't zoomed into an imagination overdrive.
Posted by scaramouche at 13:53